Chapter Eight #3
“Curses are relative,” Sawyer said, eyeing Nash over the rim of his glass. After a long, slow drink, he set the beer down. “So. You want a gang bang.”
Nash wished for his own beer, but the server hadn’t returned with it yet—he wasn’t sure she was ever coming back—so he just nodded. “We’re calling it a group project.”
Sawyer’s lips twitched. “Okay. I have questions.”
Nash spread his hands. “That’s why we’re here.”
“Let’s start with logistics. How many people total?”
“Five, including Bailey.”
“She’s the…project recipient?”
Nash nodded.
“So you need four others?”
“Three,” Nash corrected. “I’ll be the fourth.”
“Ah.” Sawyer nodded, then went quiet when Gwen appeared, a Guinness in a pint glass on a tray.
“Yours, I presume?” she asked Nash, and set it on the table in front of him when he nodded.
“What happened to the server?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
“She seems a little flustered at the moment,” Gwen said drily and aimed a look at Sawyer. “Dial it back a little, would you?”
“I do try,” Sawyer said with an unrepentant grin.
“Try harder,” she suggested, and hurried back to the hostess stand where a handful of people waited to be seated.
Nash picked up his beer and drank.
“So three hires, and you?” Sawyer said. When Nash nodded, Sawyer pursed his lips. “Have you ever done something like this before?”
“Something like what, the group project or hiring out for one?”
“Either.”
Nash set his glass down. “No to both.”
Sawyer watched him for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table. “Do you know what you’re getting into?”
“Not really,” Nash admitted. “But this has been a wish for Bailey for a long time, and she’s trusting me to pull it off. I’m not going to let her down.”
“Chloe told me you’re not together.”
“We’re not.”
“But you are in love with her.”
Nash just sighed. “Yeah, I am.”
Sawyer’s voice was soft. “And you think you can watch the woman you love fuck someone else—three someone elses?”
“Yes. It’s what she wants.”
Sawyer leaned back. “You know, I think you mean that.”
“Whatever I have to do to make this happen for her, to make it everything she’s ever dreamed of, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Including spend several thousand dollars?” Sawyer asked. “Because that’s what you’re looking at, here.”
“I’m aware.”
Sawyer eyed him thoughtfully for a few moments, then nodded. “Okay. When do you want to do this?”
Nash picked up his beer and drank. “As soon as is reasonable.”
“And the other two players?”
“I was hoping you’d be able to handle that.”
Sawyer was tapping the table again. “I could do that. Both men?”
Nash started to agree, then paused. “Actually, a man and woman would be ideal.”
Sawyer’s quirked one eyebrow in question, and Nash shook his head. “I’m not planning to engage with anyone but Bailey.”
“Okay, then. Tell me how you want this to go.”
“She’s had this fantasy for a while,” he began, and laid it out.
Their food arrived halfway through his explanation, delivered by Gwen—the waitress might need therapy—but otherwise they remained undisturbed.
Sawyer dug into his meal while Nash talked, interrupting every so often to ask questions, but for the most part he just listened.
And when Nash had finished, he nodded. “I can work with all that. The others will have to make that determination for themselves, you understand.”
“Of course.”
“I’ll reach out to the people I have in mind today. You okay if I give them your contact info?”
Since Nash had just taken a huge bite of his sandwich, he nodded.
“Where do you see this happening?”
Nash swallowed. “I haven’t figured that out yet. I thought a hotel room—”
“Hotels don’t like sex workers in their establishments,” Sawyer interrupted with a shake of his head. “And three of us will definitely throw up a red flag.”
“I didn’t think about that,” Nash admitted.
“There are ways around it, but a private home would be less complicated. One of the pals I’m thinking of has an in-call space, but I wouldn’t recommend that, either.”
Nash paused with a fry halfway to his mouth. “Why?
“I don’t know your girl,” Sawyer said, “but this isn’t my first group project. She’s going to be tired afterward, but that’s the least of it, really.
“It’ll be overwhelming,” Sawyer continued.
“And with as long as she’s had this fantasy?
Emotional, too. Her own home, her own space, is where she’s going to feel most comfortable.
” Sawyer paused, and it seemed to Nash that he was having an internal debate.
Then he shrugged. “If she’d rather keep all this away from her real life, preserve the fantasy element, we can use the in-call.
But I’d take the after into consideration before deciding. ”
Nash thought for a minute. He’d figured on a heavy amount of aftercare, but hadn’t considered the location as a factor in it. “I’ll talk to Bailey about it, and go from there,” he finally said. “It’s what she wants that matters.”
“Fair enough.” Sawyer laid his napkin on his empty plate and rose. “I’ll be in touch.”
Nash held out a hand. “Thanks, Sawyer.”
“You’re welcome.” Sawyer shook his hand, then, with a last nod, walked out.
Leaving Nash with his thoughts and the check.